Rowing Lake Ridge Park
Memorial Day Weekend (I know over a month ago!) I went up to my parents’ house. Saturday night, I stayed up until the wee wee wee hours of the morning chatting with my father and my brother. I finally went to bed near dawn and a measly two hours later, I got a call on my cell phone. It was Kipp.
“Hey Vicky, do you want to go to Mass with me this morning?” he asked.
“No.” I said.
I was too tired to even think about feeling guilty about choosing sleep over God and the karmic repercussions of such a decision (That last sentence has an impressive mixture of Catholic guilt, superstition and Hinduism all jumbled together in one).
When I did get up that afternoon, I decided to celebrate this great Earth and all my blessings in a manner which is more meaningful to me. I decided to do something outside. I often say, “Mountains are my favorite Mass.” In Occoquan, Virginia, there are no mountains. But there is something comparable– renting a rowboat at Lake Ridge Park.
I’m not sure what about rowing appeals to me so much. It is the rhythm you get into with the oars? Is the beauty of all the landscape? Is it seeing wildlife like herons and baby geese? Or maybe, just maybe, there is something to the Aquatic Ape Theory after all.
Whatever it is, rowing is very cathartic to me. It cleanses my mind. It gives me clarity and it makes me just so thrilled to be alive. And do you know the one thing that makes such an experience even better?
Sharing it with a great friend!
|Lake Ridge Park Marina
12350 Cotton Mill Drive
Woodbridge, VA 22192
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